Patter of Raindrops

I feel the spring raindrops

Wet on my face

They are full of meaning

Of purpose

Of tales untold


Their patter tells a story

They repeat all they've heard

In their never-ending cycle

The water Viking boats skimmed o'er

Falls on my face

The pools that reflected the stars in Persia

Sing out secrets as they fall

My own teardrops join them

Generations will never know

Though my sorrow

Falls from the sky

They cannot feel my despair

They will never know

My tears of happiness

My tears of lost hope

The tears of those who lived

But are not known

The rain falls

Bringing with it

Tears from countless days past

Tears from countless souls dead


They tell no lies


Water holds our past.

The End

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